Selma Payne's POV:
It was a bizarre feeling. I knew I had forgotten something, but I couldn't remember it, no matter how hard I tried. Even the 'forget' itself became blurry as if there was an eraser in your mind constantly clearing your perception of it.
I could hear the word 'wolf' and copied it into my mind, spelling out the word 'w-o-l-f".
However, that was all. The only meaning of the word 'wolf' to me was to spell it. More than that, whenever I thought about it, there would be a voice reminding me that it 'didn't exist'.
This was the power of shielding. It could make something disappear into thin air and make you refuse to accept its existence.
I felt my blood run cold.
"When is it..."
I couldn't remember. I'd searched through my nineteen years of memories but couldn't find anything related to it.
This was where the problem lay.
